Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.